Every trickling tiny lade, every foaming brook, told its own story.

On his birthday he received a beautiful phrenological head, all marked with figures to the thorax and painted blue. This was an attention of the clerk's.

Please come on time; don't just show up whenever you feel like it.

The sheep were straggling in a manner that meant walking work to round them, and he supposed he would have to yard them tonight, if she didn't liven up.